"The Unseen Light"

Isn’t it a paradox? How we sing praises of the moon’s serene beauty but seldom honor the Sun, whose relentless fire keeps the moon alight. The Sun, selfless and untiring, burns in silence, giving without expectation, its brilliance too overwhelming for us to gaze at directly. We immortalize the moon in poetry and art, charmed by its cool glow, yet the Sun—steady, fierce, and unyielding—is taken for granted, its constancy mistaken for indifference.

Perhaps it’s easier to love what doesn’t overwhelm us, what feels unattainable and distant. The moon invites us with mystery, while the Sun stands too close, too present, its warmth too familiar to cherish. Yet isn’t that the ultimate sacrifice? To be so steadfast, so vital, that you become invisible in your giving. It’s a quiet reminder: sometimes, the greatest acts of love are the ones we forget to see.